This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, but over the past 12 months you’ve changed. That change has not been a good one. When I think back to the laughter and joy you bought into my life it’s even harder to let you go. I’m not sure if there will ever be a way back for us, but for now I’ve got to go my own way.

Saturdays are no longer about you, and it’s not fair on either of us to continue in limbo. There are so many things about you that I will miss but this has to be goodbye.

I’ve tried fighting for you. Tried to reason, shout and ignore but all to no avail. All I want is for you to come back to me, for times to be as they were once before. Writing this doesn’t soften the blow, in fact it makes it seem all the more real, as now the words are written down I cannot take it back.

For the past 14 years we’ve had our ups and downs. Many a time I’ve spoken to friends about you, but I’m finding less and less people who will stand up for you and think we should give it one final try.

Do not think you are alone in acting the way you are. There are many more just like you. You will never be replaced by another in my heart. The problem is I have been replaced in yours. Money, greed, ego, stubbornness all lay within you. There is no room for you to remember the good times and all our history.

It breaks my heart that it has come to this. I hope one day you reflect back and realise what a mistake you have made. My greatest wish is that that time comes before you are truly alone.

Thank you for all the good times, for teaching me so much about myself. This is the last time that I will write to you. I’m out of words, expressions and more importantly emotions.

‘You are my City, my only City, you make me happy when skies are grey. You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my City away.’

The only problem is someone has and they don’t seem likely to give it back.